She felt as if she were revisiting a scene she had known before, and thought this was an inheritance from her father, who had loved the wilds.

But perhaps she might go further back; it was, relatively, not long since all Ontario was a wilderness, and she sprang from pioneering stock.
Then Thirlwell indicated a folding chair and she sat down beside two logs, rolled close together to make a cooking hearth.

A kettle and two frying-pans stood on the logs, supported by both, and the space between was filled with glowing embers, about which flickered little blue and orange flames.

Thirlwell gave her a plate and a tin mug, and she found the fresh trout and hot bannocks appetizing.

Then she liked the acid wild-berries he brought on a bark tray, and the strong, smoke-flavored tea.